World Of Wrong (Poem)

World Of Wrong

A ghost of who I used to be.
A whisper, now, of what was me.
Live no more, but still exist.
Checking minutes off a list.
The heart still beats, that once loved you.
A curiosity, it’s true.
The sun still shines promise at dawn,
but my hope has died. Yet, I go on
in this world of wrong.

A shell of who I used to be.
A living host for agony.
Tears are wept, but eyes are dry
like currents under ocean tide.
The heart still aches, that once held joy.
The smile I give, an empty ploy.
The soul still yearns for what is gone.
I cannot find where I belong
in this world of wrong.